Chapter 451

Nanyue looked at him, the light in his eyes flashed slightly, then smiled, opened his mouth, took his hand and bit an egg tart.

The sweet smell of purple potato overflows the mouth and heart cavity, as if there was a trace of sweetness.

Sheng Jingheng kept this position. When she finished the whole egg tart and took back her hand, she felt that half of her body was slightly numb.

Then, Nam Yueh took one of his own and ate it. He went to wash his hands and was ready to make the next kind of food.

Sheng Jingheng silently ate two egg tarts. When he saw that there was only one left, he shouted, "South Vietnam."

"Huh?" South Vietnam took the time to turn around. Seeing that he handed the egg tart, he took a rude bite, and his soft lips gently wiped his fingertips.

"Thank you, Mr. Sheng." She didn't seem to notice, smiled and thanked, and then turned back to her busy life.

Sheng Jingheng's eyes grew deeper and deeper. Looking at his fingertips, something gushed out of his heart, which was difficult to calm for a while.

Finally, I went to wash my hands, numbed my perception with ice water, and then slowly recovered as usual.

Nanyue naturally did not know what kind of struggle and change his body had experienced, and his mind was all focused on making delicious food.

However, when all the expected food was finished, she found that she didn't prepare dinner and only cooked snacks and desserts.

Sheng Jingheng didn't know whether she had enough. Anyway, she didn't have enough.

Seeing that she was still full of ideas after eating, Sheng Jingheng stood up and said, "what else do you want to eat? I'll do it. "

"What can Mr. Sheng do?" South Vietnam looked at him curiously, "western fast food?"

"Want to eat?"

"I suddenly want to eat hamburger. There are ready-made ingredients!" Nanyue nodded skillfully. When she just ate the egg tart, she couldn't help thinking of the egg tart of Kaifeng restaurant and wanted to have a hamburger.

Sheng Jingheng had planned to make noodles. Without hesitation, he changed his mind: "OK, wait a minute."

"I'll help!" Nam Yueh got down from the stool and came up to him. Maybe he had just eaten too many sweets, which would make the whole person with a sweet smell, if it seemed to float in the air.

Sheng Jingheng could not refuse her, but let her occupy all her sense of smell and sink down to make hamburgers.

South Vietnam is slightly surprised that Sheng Jingheng can really make hamburgers and does them well, which is better than those western fast food restaurants outside.

However, when he studied abroad, he probably didn't want to hire a life assistant. It's normal that he can do everything by himself.

The reason why she thinks about the hamburgers and egg tarts of Kaifeng dishes is that a long time ago, even eating this was considered a luxury, and it was rare to eat it once.

When you think about it carefully, they both seem to be miserable, and they have their own miserable ways.

Sheng Jingheng made hamburgers quickly and didn't take much time. It mainly took some time to make those snacks in South Vietnam, so it will be finished. It's more than 9 p.m.

Logically speaking, this point is still early, but it takes at least an hour and a half to go back to the city from here, so it's almost time to go back.

After helping Sheng Jingheng clean up the kitchen, Nanyue took a paper towel to dry his hands and brewing a farewell. When he was about to speak out, he listened to him first.

"Do you want to go up and continue?"

"Huh?" South Vietnam naturally understood what he meant to continue, but for a moment he thought he didn't see the time, so he vaguely reminded him, "it's almost 9:30, Mr. Sheng."

Sheng Jingheng looked at her flickering eyes, very clear and decisive, cut off her way back: "there are guest rooms on the third floor."